The kids are officially at an age where they enjoy each other’s company. They are now able to understand instructions, communicate effectively and recognize that having a sibling is more fun than playing alone. Which is not to say that they don’t still scream and fight over stuff, but they are able to sit together for extended periods without any bloodshed.
Naturally, this has led to many heartwarming moments where we watch them with pride, feeling like we’ve done a pretty darn good job as parents because even though we suck at a lot of things, it is clear that WE MAKE THE AWESOMEST BABIES IN THE WORLD.
Just last weekend, the kids woke up at 7.30 and instead of harassing us like they normally do, they played a horse game on the mattress for a full half hour. If you must know, the horse game is where they take turns being a horse to give the other person a ride. Kirsten was mostly a stationary worm when it was her turn to be the horse but hey, whatever works for them. Totally not judging.
This afternoon, they were clocking in some playtime before their nap and they had this complicated lego setup in the nursery. I say setup but it was basically lego blocks strewn everywhere and they were apparently building a castle. Being the supercool, involved mom that I am, I was all “Kids, are you building something? Can mommy play too?”
I expected them to respond enthusiastically with a resounding “WOW YES! YOU’RE THE BEST MOM EVER” but they just sat there and completely ignored my presence or my offer to grace their game with my lego building prowess.
So I tried again. “Mommy’s really good at building stuff, want me to make a castle for you guys?”
My son then turned to me and said, “Truett and mei mei are playing, you cannot disturb.”
“Ok fine, be that way. Mommy’s just going to stand here and observe the mayhem.”
This time, Kirsten stood up and pointed to the door. “Mommy you go outside, you are not playing, you cannot stay here.”
Great, this is what it’s come down to. There was a time not too long ago when you were bugging me to play with you and now I’m banished out of the room.
My head says this should be good because it does translate into some much-deserved quiet coffee time but I think my mommy ego just took a beating.